ASYA’S POV
Cold. So cold. I wrap the blanket tightly around myself and sit up in bed. There’s no one around. Where is he? Maybe he’s in another room. I listen for sounds, any sounds, but there is only silence. The floor lamp next to the bed is on, throwing light on a piece of paper lying on the nightstand. I take it and bring it closer to my face. I’ve been nearsighted all my life; I need to hold the note a foot in front of my eyes to clearly make out the writing.
The note says he won’t be back before late tonight. I put the paper back on the nightstand. He left me alone in his apartment. I shudder and wrap the blanket tighter around me. What time is it? How long will I have to wait until he’s back? I scoot back in the bed until I’m huddled in the corner, wedged between the headboard and
